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early to turn in. I decided that a quick review of the file cards would be just the thing to slide me off into another dimension. |
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It had been a busy day, and I had accumulated quite a stack. If I ever intended to construct any kind of a story out of all this, I had to spend the time giving the cards some semblance of order. I laid them on the dresser top, reached for the half empty bottle of Black and White, glanced in the mirror and saw him. |
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Kelto had situated himself in the darkest corner of the room with his back to the wall and his hands stuffed into the pockets of an old army issue fatigue jacket. He was leaning indolently against the wall. |
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''What the hell are you doing in here?" I barked. |
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"Bert said you were looking for me." |
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On balance, I tend to be a somewhat placid individual with an incredibly high threshold for the inconsiderate vagaries of the human species; there are a couple of things, however, that tend to send me right off the charts. One is loud noises; the other is the invasion of my cherished privacy. In other words, I was tired, a trifle cranky, and pissed over the fact that young Kelto had let himself in unannounced. "That was twelve hours ago," I said testily. "Now, I know it's an absolute bitch out there, so why don't you go get lost in it? There can't be anything either of us has to |
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